A few months ago I had a medium- to long-term future, but now I don’t – and coming to terms with that has brought many challenges
Suddenly, I am the patient being told what to do. I have nose-dived into a deep and strange pool where I can control nothing and know little and it’s hard not to feel like I’m drowning, unless I learn to trust the people holding the life belts. I have amazing people holding mine. My consultants, Helen Enright and Karen Murphy, my specialist nurse Joy Lewis, the nurses in the beautiful new oncology ward, but especially those who work in the noisy chaos of the St Anne’s day ward of St Vincent’s Hospital, belong to a very special band of sisterhood. Incredible women. My GP Dr Paddy Duggan and Dr Kumar in Vincent’s are men whose commitment to their jobs is to be deeply respected. When I see Dr Kumar is on duty, I feel safe. My life is in all of their hands. I am humbled by their knowledge and desire to give me the best quality of life possible. (Irish Times) >
Filed under: Dying, Helen Enright, Karen Murphy, Paddy Duggan (GP), Patients
